The door slammed shut, plunging me into an immediate darkness that felt suffocating. The bedroom was sparsely furnished – a bed, a walk-in closet overflowing with clothes and shoes, the latter predominantly styled with a blatant, provocative edge. Whose belongings these were, I couldn’t fathom. The windows were barred, solid steel against pale moonlight.
The girl with blue hair entered, locking the door behind her with a decisive click. She settled onto the floor, legs crossed in a practiced lotus position.
“Like your new home, princess?” Her voice was cool, detached.
A fresh wave of tears threatened to break, but I clenched my jaw, forcing them back. "Please," I choked out, the words raw and desperate. "Let me go home… what do you want from me?"
She considered my plea for a long moment, her gaze distant, calculating. Then, she leaned forward, her face dangerously close to mine, her voice a whisper laced with steel.
“I want you to obey me.”
The words hung in the air, a chilling command. She turned then, the jingle of keys echoing as she locked the door once more, leaving me alone in the darkness. *What the fuck?* The thought spiraled, a desperate, panicked refrain.